USER: Think a title for :Two days later, Joe found himself back at William and John's villa with another glass of wine in his hand. He had dropped by his friend's villa because he wanted pointers on his presentation. It had been way too long since he had to mingle and negotiate with the wealthiest Americans. He'd become way too accustomed to having to just do his job and do it well. This wasn't the life he had envisioned for himself; stuffy suits, fake smiles and trying to convince old men with way too much money to give him something. This was exactly the life he had been running away from. He didn't want to constantly live in a pretentious world where people were only nice to you because of what they could get from you. He'd had enough of doing that when he was in his teens and every single one of his father's business partners had tried to marry him off to their children. The only thing that stood between him, them and an arranged marriage were his parents. When they were gone, they had passed that baton onto the man whose name he didn't even dare speak. Every night Joe stared at the number he knew would not have changed and debated dialing it. But every night since his arrival he decided against it. It had been too long. Another thing standing between the IDM Inc board and his arranged marriage to anyone was the fact that at the age of 28 years old he was still unpresented. With subgender playing an integral role in the successful arranged marriages between wealthy heirs, an id...